Chapter 10 #3
He was prepared to risk all that he had, his entire world for two days. Hmm… Either he was losing his grip or garnering a chance at happiness. Time would tell.
Sophia’s lower lip was quivering, and she stood with her hands at her sides, her fists clenched. A warm flush crested along her jawline, the soft blush creeping up along her cheeks. She was trembling, her breath sounds ragged.
Wrath blinked several times as he admired her body: skin that seemed to shimmer in the overhead lighting, her copper-colored hair falling past her shoulders, almost covering her breasts.
She had a strong jawline, a long neck, and chiseled shoulders that seemed to have the weight of the world on them.
His cock ached, longing to taste her again, to feast on her sweet pussy.
It was as if he was seeing her for the first time, able to truly admire her incredible beauty.
Her nipples were hard, the aureoles the loveliest shade of rose, her thin waist rolling into rounded hips that managed to highlight her long legs.
Everything about her professional attire was masculine, but the crimson painted toes and subtle makeup were a clear reminder of the sensual woman inside.
He envisioned her with nipple piercings, even a single tattoo bearing his mark.
God, what was he thinking? She could never belong to him. This wasn’t a choice for her to make.
“What are you going to do, sir?”
Her arrogance was endearing, at least at this point. “I’m going to give you that spanking you deserve.” Pulling out a chair, he sat down with an exaggerated thud, tapping his lap. “Come.”
Sophia shifted from foot to foot, the expression on her face bordering contempt.
“You long for my firm hand, Sophia, the discipline that you’ve been craving your entire adult life. The moments we shared were a reminder of the blog you wrote. Do you remember the joys?”
As if she was ready to admit.
She huffed, rolling her eyes. “That no longer matters. This is nothing but a business arrangement. Sir. I will never care about you. Get that through your arrogant ass.”
By God, the woman needed harsh discipline. She was unruly and haughty, determined to try to break him. She had another think coming. “Mmm… Pity.” He tapped his lap again. “If I have to ask you anything twice, there will be a severe punishment. Do you understand me, Sophia?”
“Yes, sir.” This time her answer was softer. She shifted closer, her eyes boring into his.
Trust. He could tell she had no concept of the word, let alone the action.
As if she would ever trust him in any manner.
He took her hand into his, rubbing her fingers with the tip of his thumb.
“I wish I could find the right words to say, to even be the man you need, but you are right. I have no soul.” Taking her over his lap, he rubbed his hand down her spine, resting his palm on the small of her back.
She wiggled, uncertain of what to do with her arms.
“Relax,” he instructed, pushing her head down. “Pain before pleasure. Consequences for actions. This is something you will learn.”
Sophia slumped over, panting as she wiggled in his lap.
Even the way her stomach slid back and forth across his groin was scintillating, reminding him that he was all male. He closed his eyes, counting to five before smacking her bottom, one right after the other. The sound was exquisite, a stern slapping noise that floated up to his ears.
“Oh!” Her moan was slight, almost inaudible. She wrestled in his lap, her breathing ragged.
“Keep still.”
She cursed under her breath as an answer.
He peppered her ass with several stinging spanks, keeping his rhythm even. Spanking her in this manner was so intimate, personal in a way that he could only do with her. “You will thrive with a firm hand, careful training.”
“Fuck you!”
“And you’ll learn respect.” A grin popped on his face. A handful. He continued the spanking, moving from one side to the other, concentrating on what he was doing.
Flailing, she threw back her arm as she undulated on his lap.
He yanked her hand away, holding her wrist. “Unruly.” All he could think about was his father, the lessons he’d been taught as a boy.
His father had trained him and his brothers from the time they were very small that men were the dominating factor.
Until his time spent with her, he’d simply taken the notion for granted.
Crack! Slap!
He heard the way his hand sliced against her naked ass, savoring the moans and whimpers and he was lost in a moment of raw bliss, a freeing of his soul.
Sophia slapped her hands on the wooden floor, grinding her hips back and forth. “That hurts.”
The friction she created was driving him utterly insane, his cock pinched to the point of anguish.
“Yes, and the more you struggle the worse it will become.” Wrath brushed the backs of his fingers along her shoulders. Her skin was soft, like the velvet of a rose petal. Tracing her spine, he moved down to the crack of her ass, running his index finger up and down.
Jerking up, she thrust her arm back, gasping for air. “No!”
“You forget our deal.” He wiggled his finger in between her ass cheeks. “Your entire body is mine for the taking and I will so enjoy thrusting my cock into this tight hole of yours.”
“Fuck you!” The words spewed out of her mouth.
Fisting her hair, he yanked her head into an uncomfortable position.
“Make no mistake who you are dealing with, my dear. I don’t take this or anything that I do lightly, and neither should you.
For that alone, you’ll receive a taste of my belt later.
” He kept his hand intertwined in her hair until she acquiesced.
“Yes, sir.”
Releasing his hold, he pushed her arm away, fingering her slender wrist. He could see her in shackles, chained and waiting for him alone. What would she do then? He smacked her ass several additional times until she stopped struggling.
The punishment over, he sat still, staring at nothing.
He massaged her back, caressing her reddened ass.
She didn’t try and move or slip off his lap.
She lay still, as if contented, as if wanting more.
When he did ease her off his lap, standing just behind her, he caught a glimpse of his reflection.
Even in the dim lighting he could see almost every detail of his face in comparison to hers.
An angel, a woman who revered honesty and respect was standing next to a vile creature.
And one he couldn’t recognize any longer. Maybe she could be his salvation.
Then again, maybe she would end his suffering.